Glebo.

My class graduated in July of 1982. The incident you mention was in the next class.

You mentioned the mermites, how could I forget those damn things, and what passed for food coming out of them.:mad:

That is absolutley correct Richard, I do remember he was a Liberian, he was also the guy that they had to pull out of drowning creek during the slide for life......shoulda been an "indicator" I guess.

I/we were told it was a bad spot by the JM on the PHIII infil which ended him up in the water. My buddy was one of the first ones to him to drag him out.

Nick, I guess you were the class just prior to mine. Richard explained the Liberian guy......

I guess it's pretty bad when ya look forward to LRPPS for chow....good 'ol iodined CMK water....mmmm...mmmm

I actually liked those meals, were pretty good actually.

Chili con carne, iodine water...mmmm... makes for some really good "gas"...if ya know what I mean:D:lifter

Who could forget the LRPPS rations. I think I still might have one of those somewhere. I'll see if I can find it tonight when I go home.

CMK water? Did I miss something?

Think about where Ph1 takes place. ;)

Richard :munchin

Yeah - bad spot...by the jumper - witnesses said the guy did nothing to control his canopy and ran with the wind straight into the water.

And so it goes...

Richard :munchin

CMK=Camp Mackall, new army abbreviation lingo:cool:

New-Fangled abbreviations. I guess you can easily tell the old-timers around here:confused::confused:

How very true these words are...........:)

Big Teddy

I almost forgot.

1. In phase III one of the Small Planes resupplying one of the other teams going through our class crashed killing all aboard.

2. Also in Phase III Vick Allen dropped his weapon while crossing a river and had to dive for it for a period of time. Luckily he found it but he also got hypothermia and we had to build a HUGE fire. We felt sorry for Vick but we were VERY HAPPY with the fire. The flames on that fire were over 15 ft tall.

3. Our Guerrillas for phase III were all from C O S C O M and they didn't have rucks so they carried all their gear in duffel bags on their backs. With all the C-rations they sounded like they were a bunch of Gypsies going down the road with all their cookware hanging off the side of the wagon.

Ah... the guy in my Ph I class (can't remember his name) who was 'ambushed' and had his compass, rifle, and magazines 'stolen' by the 'KKK Paramilitary', his story was on his 3rd point during day Land Nav some hunters waved him down for help then attacked him, tied him up (badly) and took the above items of military issue.... There were a few holes in his story... he still had his Randall, his Rolex and all his web gear, no bruises, no rope marks... CID got involved, the guy broke (he had hidden his gear to go back later to recover and sell it, even though his dad made Croessus look poor). He ended up in Leavenworth IIRC.

What do you remember most about the Q Course/Training Group?
 

Branch FTX we didn't have any aggressor forces.
The class was split between UW and CI, 1 UW "B" Tm and X number of "A" Tms and the same for the CI force.
The whole exercise was UW Tm against CI Tm.
Pisgah in Jan. was no cake walk!! ;-)

BMT

I found Pisgah to be 'no cake walk' no matter what time of the year you were humpin' those effin' 'mole hills'!!! ;)

Richard's $.02 :munchin

Phase I @ Mackall:
Eating our delicious C-Rations while standing in the lovely screened-in messhall as Mail Call began. Hearing my last name called, walking forward to collect my much desired letter, seeing some "newbie" from the class behind ours by two weeks grab it, and accosting him with "Give me my letter, As...ole!" After an "Oh, yeah - sez who" moment, seeing that the first name on the letter is Robert instead of Thomas, and meeting for the first time my "brother" Bob, with whom I'd go through most of the rest of the course.

Phase II - Weapons:
Having one of the TAC's come through H Company's barracks after evening chow on a Thursday night, asking if anyone knew how to play basketball and wanted to form a pick-up team that night to scrimmage against the JFK Center's "Gold" team (or maybe it was "Blue" - at any rate, the "2nd" team). H Company's CO, Captain Fox, was the coach.

Several of us volunteered. We barely had time to get our stuff and get to the gym, let alone practice. A pick-up squad of one TAC (SSG Holmes) and 7 trainees came within 3 points of beating them - humiliating Cpt Fox, whom no one liked anyway. (Of course he was better than the 1SG, whose name I cannot recall, who liked to gather us around the steps outside his office to talk to us - breaking us out of formation. When he talked, he sprayed spittle, and after the first one, everyone struggled NOT to be in front.)

Great times with great men!